The first rule of Fascism:
You must call it Freedom.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Loss of Mayhem has
Every generation getting wasted,
Reaching for meaning that isn’t there.
Jack be humble, Jack be snack
Done with what was,
Urban hellholes of safety,
Rest homes of purpose, meaning.
Jack be snowflake, Jack be ape
Death is taking names and
Everyone laments
Never meaning anything to.
Jack kills bees, Jack kills quick
Love, the most cynical of hormones,
Evening the days to round after round
Fighting and fucking
To forget, never to heal
Jack will travel, Jack will consume
To believe that only
He, his totem, knows
Everything will be all right
Jack wouldn’t like you when you’re angry
Born, lost, longing for
Unity, in anything
In love if we must
Losing our one in two
Jack be Jill and Jill be Jack
Down with the Quo !
Instruments of Chaos !
Never there was a
Greater generation
of Jack is Jack is Jack is Jack.
